Only
last year a German Government
commission of not just conformist
but kow-towing, line-toeing,
bowing-and-scraping historians
agreed that the death roll in the
two hour man-made 1945 holocaust in
Dresden was far lower, 'only 25,000'
(or even less).

JOHN the gardener very
proudly displays the large mole he has killed
with his fork this morning. It has thrown up
nine large molehills on the main lawn just this
last week. Being a townie, I can't help feeling
sorry for the wretched animal.

Jeremy Davies of BBC Wales phones
about Arthur K, and I send him my 1993 diary
entry -- "The original diary was typed on a
Canon hot-ribbon typewriter which was seized in
2002 with all my possessions, so it is
demonstrably a contemporary document. My view
still is that K. had been paid by persons
unknown to set me up with this phone call."

I agree: "He brings down fire on our whole
front line by these antics."

Jae adds: "It is a slap in the face to
everyone who supported him when he was arrested
in the UK. He was lucky to get off then. He
shouldn't press his luck."

This morning a Norwegian journalist tells me
that Norwegian radio is broadcasting my
intention of attending the literary festival in
Lillehammer despite having been "uninvited". He
presses me for details; apart from saying I
shall stay in an Oslo hotel, I do not provide
any. -- I hope this does not squelch all our
planning.

I SPEND all morning with a film cameraman. He
tapes one hour 14 minutes on life, family,
career, books, Lipstadt trial, and the Austrian
ambush and imprisonment. Then we film another
hour on the Jewish "Holocaust" and the
controversies surrounding it including Fred
Leuchter and the Reinhardt camps. It
will make two DVD discs.

Halfway through the filming, little Jessica
calls downstairs that there is "a smell of
burning." The house is filled with smoke. I have
put on lunch for us all, and forgotten it; the
soup has evaporated entirely, the sausages are
burnt to a delicious crisp, and the rhubarb
crumble is hot and good.

Our white magnolia has already lost all its
blossoms, and is now sprouting green leaves; the
pink magnolia's blossoms will all be gone when
Jae returns. But Moley's death has effectively
ended the molehill rampage.

DAVID
IRVING IN
LILLEHAMMER
The controversial British author David Irving
confirmed that he will come to the Norwegian
Literature Festival in Lillehammer at the end
of May, even though he is no longer invited.
Last autumn Irving was invited to the annual
festival, which has the theme "Truth". Many
reacted strongly to the invitation, which led
to the invitation being revoked. -- "I will
not be forced to be silent," says Irving to
NRK. "Everything is organised," says Irving,
who relates that he has received many
requests to hold a private lecture in Norway
after the festival invitation was
revoked.

He
informs that he will lecture on Hitler,
Himmler, and the Holocaust, because there are
"some interesting questions and answers"
attached to this. For security reasons,
Irving will not go into detail about where he
will be.

Odd
Bjørn Fure, history professor and
director of the Holocaust Center in Oslo, is
not surprised over Irving's actually coming:
"He is a provocateur and here he has found a
fantastic opportunity to create a provocation
which will really be noticed," says Fure. He
calls Irving a "notorious swindler" and
"fraudster who has done nothing other than
falsify history".

"Translation may be a bit rough," adds Jae
smugly, "but it should give you the general
picture."

April
18, 2009 (Saturday)Windsor
(England)

UP at 8:15 a.m. Sunny, clouding over
sometimes.

I reply to a man who is in touch with the
owner of a mysterious but seemingly historic
Hitler document ("A most important original
manuscript. . . a 725-page typed
account of German political actions from 1914
through 1942. This is a personal apologia by
Adolf Hitler ... written on the large-type
so-called 'Führermaschine', it is
double-spaced on watermarked paper, and contains
numerous ink corrections and alterations by
Hitler himself ...")

How
can we progress this matter with the Hitler
document? Is the owner anxious to sell? I
have some very good private buyers who pay a
lot for genuine items; otherwise, my contacts
with the various institutes are good too. I
can certainly have a look at a few pages and
test the document's authenticity; and there
are known procedures in the event of any
serious doubts -- internal evidence,
historical accuracy, paper testing, ink,
typewriter comparisons, etc., with which you
are yourself familiar. I would also like to
know a bit more about the
provenance. . . Until I know what
the whole document is like, it is difficult
to hazard a guess.

Ideally, I would like to correspond with the
owner, or call on him when I visit the USA in
June or July -- if he's near Cleveland -- or
again this fall.

I entrust a minor job to Jae "For the Big
Movie, I need the Harry Lime Theme from The
Third Man; possibly even the movie itself,
is it on DVD. Can we get it?"

I complete drafting the Claim against The
Daily Mail. (they stole a photograph, and
published it with a spurious Getty Images credit
line: Getty have confirmed to us they never
supplied it to them). Jae applauds: "Sue them
for everything they've got! Crooks!"

April
19, 2009 (Sunday)Windsor
(England)

Jae IS less helpful on The Third Man.
"I have never heard of that movie!" I reply:
"One of the most famous post-war movies; I was
hoping in your spare moments you could search
for the music, the Harry Lime Theme -- composer:
Anton Karas.

As
soon as film guy sends me a time-coded print,
I will flesh it out with still and movie
images, and with music clips, which I am
already assembling. Hope to have a bunch
ready for the USA tour beginning mid July. I
am already going to get most of our 16mm
films transferred.

A NIGHT made miserable by the armband's
peeping and pumping all night long, on the hour
and half-hour.

I send this to an expert on DNA, a forensic
scientist in Michigan:

Three
different sources have offered me locks of
the Adolf Hitler's hair collected
surreptitiously by his various haircutters;
and one, in Pennsylvania, has what he claims
are fragments of bone of both Hitler himself
and Eva Braun, emanating more or less legally
from the old KGB archives in Moscow. The
enclosed scrap of paper -- open it carefully
-- contains two or three strands of hair
provided prewar by one of Hitler's barbers.
The colour is generally dark. . .
You can retain these enclosures -- they are
worth about $1,000 a strand on the open
market! -- and mount them or do whatever you
please. I have more. I am hoping you will
. . . advise me whether we can
build a DNA profile of the man for use in
identifying other "relics".

I pack off Jessica to bed early, as school
starts again tomorrow.

April
22, 2009 (Wednesday)Windsor
(England)

WE SET out at 7:15 a.m. in the "Pigmobile" --
our little red Citroen van. At 9:14 a.m. I am
back at the house, a two-hour round trip, badly
delayed by accidents on the M4 in both
directions -- the kind that empties the motorway
for miles ahead. There is a five-car pile-up and
the police and rescue vehicles block all three
lanes. Turns out that one of the wrecks is a
police car.

I tap out an encouraging message to B. at
ten-twenty: "Took Jessica back to school today.
She looked beautiful -- hair in a new gold
band."

Ungrateful little monkeys. I took both these
daughters on that nightmare family vacation
around North and South America in 1981. True,
they never forgave me for confusing Tahiti with
Haiti. Anybody could make a mistake like that, I
said, after discovering the hard way, as we
landed there, that Port au Prince was the
capital of the latter, not the former.

This video isn't available for anyone outside
the UK, and after a few hours, even we can't see
it anymore. It's gone into the Memory Hole. Our
Ambassador insists on calling his walk-out stunt
a "protest", and falls all over his own rhetoric
as he does so.

Jeremy Paxman: What is the difference
between Zionism and racism?

Peter Gooderham: Well we see the two as
being quite distinct. . .

Jeremy Paxman: Yeah what's the
difference?

Peter Gooderham: Well Zionism is a
political movement related to the
establishment of a homeland
. . .

Jeremy Paxman [quietly]:
So are some forms of racism.

Peter Gooderham:. . . a Jewish
homeland, in the er . . . in what
is now Israel and racism is something else. I
mean racism is, I think we all know it when
we see it and it's not, it's not that, and we
have foughtJ. long and hard at the United
Nations to keep that, to maintain thatJ.
distinction.

April
23, 2009 (Thursday)Windsor
(England)

From Indianapolis, Jae too comments on the
Saint Croix episode: "My dad always threatened
to 'pull over' . . . we knew what that
meant. We wouldn't get left behind. He'd just
stop driving so he could give us a
spanking!"

How trouble-free Jessica is by comparison! I
have her at the school by 7:50 a.m. -- an
improvement on yesterday but still not good; the
reservation of the almost empty third lane of
the M4 for buses and taxis -- and no doubt
Government ministers too -- between exits 2 and
3 on the M4 seems ridiculous.

At the Public Record Office from nine-thirty
I resume my reading of the SS and police
decodes, and make two very unexpected finds.

There
is an early April 1945 report on the casualties
suffered by police officers from Breslau,
trapped in the horrific Dresden firestorm of
February 13, 1945 (right). On April 5,
their commander reports in code: two
Schutzpolizei men killed, 35 missing; civil
defence police, twenty-five killed, 151 missing;
Ukrainian auxiliary police, forty-three killed,
192 missing. "The majority of those missing," he
amplifies, "are most probably totally
carbonised, and therefore beyond
identification."

The other unusual message that we British
decoded reveals Himmler's senior officers
preparing to subject all foreign prisoners to
Sonderbehandlung as things come to an
end, and to ensure that Ernst
Kaltenbrunner, chief of the Main Homeland
Security Agency (RSHA), has his ducks in a row
in time because of communication difficulties
likely to occur before then. I was always
sceptical about this allegation, but here it
seems to be confirmed.

Early in the afternoon I drive on into London
and park with some difficulty near St James's
Station; but my regular barber's is boarded up
and gone, lease ended. -- Over to the Law
Courts, my hair therefore untrimmed; at two pm
the judge literally "hands down" his adverse
Judgment in the L. case, and in five minutes I
am back down in the Aldwych; it has set back my
adversary over £45,000 in legal costs, and
me nothing, but I am enjoined from discussing
details here (or ever).

I pick up Jessica from her school and we zoom
back to Eton in the Pigmobile for coffee and we
are home by five pm.

April
24, 2009 (Friday)Windsor
(England)

I DEPOSIT Jessica at the school gates at 7:55
a.m. She is nodding off during most of the
drive; confesses that she sat up until eleven pm
last night reading a book. I am so impressed by
this No. 5.

A website visitor in North Wales has donated
fifty dollars for our website this morning.
That's nice. "Keep up the good work," He
encourages me: "You will be proved right in
the end."

Back
at the Public Record Office I continue to turn
the pages of the immense volumes of decoded SS
and police messages, released from top secret
files only a few years ago. I have now read
nearly fifty volumes and I have reached the year
1945. This particular volume has over 2,000
pages of flimsy paper, with ten or fifteen
much-abbreviated decoded German messages typed
on each page: the contents are madly out of
sequence, bound into the volume in the order
they were decoded weeks or months after the
war.

I methodically read each one, and type a copy
of those messages I may need for my
Heinrich Himmler biography. Hard sledding,
but it is worth it. Their value as a source is
immense -- nothing here has been written just
for post-war window-dressing (as some 1944 and
1945 documents clearly have been): nobody
guessed that we would ever be reading these
secret code messages.

AS THE day draws on I come across a document
which I only half-suspected I might ever find.
In 1961, when I was writing my first book
"The
Destruction of Dresden", I was
confidentially approached by a German
schoolteacher, Hanns Voigt; he said that
after the horrific British air raid, he was put
in charge of Dresden's Missing Persons Bureau,
Abteilung Tote - the Deceased Section. He
built an immense card index, and he kept a
diary; and he estimated for me that the final
death toll in Dresden would have reached
135,000. This was the figure that I, and after
me Kurt Vonnegut and others, always
used.

Voigt's estimate was a thorn in the side of
both German Governments -- both east and west.
They had always played down, even trivialised,
the air raid casualty figures caused by the
British saturation bombing (even as they hyped
the numbers killed in the Jewish tragedy).

Only last year a German Government commission
consisting of, not just conformist but
kow-towing, line-toeing, bowing-and-scraping
historians and Nickeseln, agreed that the
death roll in the two hour man-made 1945
holocaust in Dresden was far lower, "only
25,000" (or, if possible, even less).

Without doing any in-depth research -- such
scholars are far too important for that -- they
relied on the police chief's early March 1945
report (which in fact I was the first to find),
because it indicated lower figures than Hanns
Voigt's for dead and missing.

In
the Deborah
Lipstadt Trial, her highly-paid chief expert
Professor
Richard "Skunky" Evans (left) vilified
Voigt; he implied that Voigt was a liar, he
questioned whether the Missing Persons bureau
had ever existed, and he called him a Nazi with
an agenda. (Voigt had, we now know, been given a
good post-war position in the Soviet Zone before
emigrating legally to the West, so the "Nazi"
allegation seems unlikely.) Aping Evans, Mr
Justice Gray accused me in his 333-page Judgment
of falsifying history.

I was not invited to make any submissions to
the Dresden Commission. No surprises there. This
afternoon, my quiet patience is rewarded. I have
come across this new secret document, signed by
the police chief of Dresden, and decoded by the
British some weeks after the war.

At 5:55 p.m. on March 24, 1945 -- the day in
fact when I turned eight, I remember it vividly
-- the Dresden Polizeipräsident
reported in code to SS Oberführer Dr.
Dietrichs:

Re:
Missing Persons Situation in Dresden Air Raid
Defence region.

The
Lord Mayor of Dresden City has established
(a) a Central Bureau for Missing Persons and
nine Missing Persons registries; (b) eighty-
to one-hundred thousand missing-person
notifications are estimated to have been
registered so far; (c) 9,720 missing-person
notifications have been confirmed as
fatalities; (d) to date, information on
twenty thousand missing person cases has been
given out; (e) accurate statistical data
possibly only later.

So Voigt was telling the truth.

Even the "hundred thousand" figure for those
reported missing must be an
under-estimate. There were over half a million
homeless refugees in the streets of Dresden,
fleeing the Red Army siege of Breslau to the
East. Whole refugee families must have been
engulfed by the Dresden holocaust, with nobody
surviving to report them as "missing".

Another thing seems brutally clear: those
listed as "missing" -- in addition to those
bodies formally identified and buried or
incinerated by this date -- were never going to
return. To use the words of the telegram I found
yesterday (see above) they were dead,
"carbonised," and unidentifiable.

What do these decoded messages tell us about
our own lazy and conformist historians, and
about "Skunky" Evans in particular? He, and
they, would never have found them. It has taken
me these many years. Go the extra mile.
Eventually, as this morning's Welshman said,
"You will be proved right in the
end".

April
25, 2009 (Saturday)Windsor
(England)

THERE
has been an auction of "Hitler paintings" found
by a British soldier. Ho hum. The most
expensive, an alleged self portrait
(left), went for £10,000; but Hitler
virtually never included human beings in his
paintings. No doubt everybody is happy (except
for the obligatory Auschwitz "survivor", a
Mrs Wallfisch -- where
DO they get these names?
-- who said on BBC Television that they should
all have been destroyed).

A website
visitor, interested in acquiring some Hitler
art, is now curious about my expert view, stated
several days ago, that the stuff just sold was
fake:

A
historical document expert with the auction
house thought they were real! What makes you
think it was fake?

I humour him with a detailed reply: "His
reluctance to reveal their origin! Anyone would
think Hitler's paintings were just lying around
in the British (i.e., northern) zone of Germany.
I have handled perhaps a score of genuine Hitler
paintings and artworks, usually sold by the
people, close friends, to whom Hitler had given
them. They were all catalogued at one time. The
doubts about these new ones' authenticity are
reflected in the relatively low prices they have
attracted. Real Hitler paintings of that size
now go for around $30,000 or more."

A
Postscript:
"Peter"
comments on Saturday, April 25, 2009

OF
COURSE they are fakes! The one of
Hitler supposedly sitting on a bridge
as a teenager is a painting of Clapper
Bridge on Dartmoor in Devon. Why Hitler
would want to paint Clapper Bridge I do
not know. Do
a Google image search and
compare

CLICK
THIS IMAGE OF CLAPPER BRIDGE AND THE
PAINTING ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENTS -HINT: They are identical, count the
stone slabs